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Gina put her hands up when Gwin spotted her and freaked out. Well, freaked out wasn't the proper word, but it was all she could think of at the moment. "Only a minute or two. I heard your singing and followed it. I didn't realize it was you until I saw you." She lowered her hands again. Gwin had probably been singing loud enough for people in the immediate vicinity to hear but not much louder and it would have been obvious if Gina had been close. There were no hiding spaces here. So the rumors about her hearing must be true, right?
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. You have a nice voice though." Gina offered as she studied the young woman. "and an excellent taste in music. Freddy Mercury is hard to beat."
Gina had heard about Mr. Moore's powers but to actually see them? It was fascinating. Gina was nearly as enthralled in the picture as Diasy was. She blinked a bit when the picture was gone and Chris spoke up, propping Diasy on his shoulders. She had heard about Daisy too and the young girl was adorable. Gina felt a little tug in her heart, thinking of her own daughter. Thousands of miles away in Italy, probably wondering what happened to Mommy, unless her husband had spun some terrible story. Gina chose to believe he wasn't that bad. ANYWAY - it was time to greet the newcomers!
She gave a bright smile to Chris and Daisy. "Well aren't you just adorable." Gina's accent was evident now as she spoke to Daisy. "You must be Diasy, I've heard a lot about you." Then she lowered her gaze to focus on Chris and laughed softly. "You're quite the reader Mr. Moore and you have a fascinating ability." She said sincerely, holding a hand out to shake. "My name is Gina LaRoulle. I'm sorry I wasn't around to greet you last week. I love what you two have done with the place."
As the music teacher, Gina was always on the look out for musically talented students at Bellefonte or even in town. Her mornings were carefully planned to work one on one sessions or in small groups with students that showed promise and wanted to get better or those that probably didn't have a chance in the world of becoming a star but wanted to improve nonetheless. Gina wasn't one to turn away a willing learner. To non-students she offered private lessons at a fair rate. Currently she was enjoying a planning period, walking around the grounds even if it was a little chilly. It was Gwin's voice that caught her attention, carrying on the light wind to her enchanced ears and faint, pink soundwaves catching her eyes.
Gina followed them, curious now. Besides, she had an affinity for classic rock. Who could not appreciate the musical talents of the late, great, Freddie Mercury? Only someone without any taste - that's who. She came to a stop a few feet away from Gwin, staying quiet for now and letting her be. The young woman would probably notice her soon anyway. Seeing Gwin also reminded her of the short letter her mother had written. It was sad that Gina could see her own parents writing something similar - if not a little more refined. It was for the best that Gwin hadn't read the note. Gina wasn't so sure if she wanted to tell Gwin about its contents either.
Gina is the Music Teacher for Bellefonte and has been teaching there about two years. She lives in town and is from Italy, though lived at St. Bethany's in London from age 13-20ish. While they're a bit apart in age, I could see them chatting every now and again. Especially since they're both from across the pond!
"Perhaps, though I am hardly ever bored." Gina smiled, lightly tapping her book. Maybe she was ever so slightly paranoid about going out and letting loose. Letting her guard down for a minute like that might not be the best considering her situation. She wasn't about to launch in to that whole headache though, especially when she barely knew the man. Gina pushed the thoughts back, though the smile remained on her lips. "And I favor quiet over a club or some such any day of the week." So said her sensitive hearing. It could be a hassle if she wasn't prepared.
She chuckled at the mention of future Beibers. "Not Beibers, but maybe the next Phil Rudds or Jimi Hendrixes. A lot of it is just getting out of your own head, not over thinking things and just starting out by playing whatever comes to your mind." Gina mused, shifting a bit in her seat. "Once you've gotten over that - everything else can be a piece of cake as they say."
Gina listened at Kyle explained his role in the school. "I think that what you do is honestly such a vital thing here. I went to St. Bethany's in England and they had counselors and older students who would help but I don't recall a position quite like that. Though it's possible they've added some. I haven't been there in some time." She tapped her chin lightly, pondering on that a moment. St. Bethany's had not been her favorite place in the world, but she was grateful now for what they had been able to teach her before she tried to strike out on her own. Ironic perhaps, that she had ended up right back at school. Her gaze followed as he poured he contents of the little bottle into the Thermos. The little plink. plink. sort of notes that followed the sound of liquid being poured into other liquid. "A lot of students have trouble coming to grips with it all. It's a literal, life changing experience."
She shook her head at the question of the late night. "Oh no, I don't have many late nights anymore unless I am grading papers." She chuckled. Perhaps betraying that the Music teacher didn't get out much, but it didn't seem to phase her any. She gave a little wave of her hand. "I have always been a morning person - it is both a blessing and a curse." Gina admitted with a smile as she looked over to him at the coffee maker.
"That's right, I do. I think it is working out well. At least I have not heard any complaints from anyone." She ran a hand through her hair. "We actually have a few naturally talented musicians among the students, it's nice to see." Gifted, is what people would normally call it but, here at Bellefonte, that word took on many different meanings. "And I understand you assist in helping the new students adjust to the school? What all does that entail?"
"I haven't had any communication with my parents since I went to St. Bethany's." Gina gave a nod as she listened to what Gwin said. She could understand not opening a letter. Gina wouldn't have known what to do if she received a letter from her parents. Hell, she wouldn't know what to do if she receieved one now. It would probably sit on her coffee table or in a drawer. Every now and then she would look at it, trying to work up the courage to open it and failing. She pushed the thought away. Her parents didn't want her to be a part of their family, well Gina had decided a long time about that they were not a part of her family.
She accepted the letter, looking at it curiously. "I will hang on to it." Gina said and set it in her lap, folding her hands over it. "That's an unfortunate way for a power to come about, and unsettling I'm sure...though I believe all manifestations are some sort of unsettling." She mused, there wasn't any pity in her voice though she did sound sincere about it being unfortunate. She shrugged. "I am not trying to preach anything. Not intentionally at least. My point was that schools like this - while they may be "shit" - they are here to train you to control your powers so your powers do not control you." She began to stand up.
Gina watched curiously, the pitch and tone of the sound waves from Gwin tinged with a hint of red. The colors didn't always mean the same thing for everyone. Sometimes the colors didn't help in figuring out anything. Gina tried not to read too much into the colors, but Gwin's body language and tone spoke volumes. The power was obviously a touchy subject, whatever it was. So she would skirt around it for now.
"I thought that way when I first came to school too." Gina said honestly. "Well, similarly at least. I was only 13, and my parents had me hand delivered to St. Bethany by our driver. They didn't even wait for me to be picked up." Sometimes sharing parts of ones life could help put people at ease. "No one wants these abilities, or asked for them. Perhaps to some we are freaks - but freaks are people too." She had a wry smile on her lips. "We're still human. We just have a little something extra. Everyone is entitled to their own outlook, their own opinion of everything. Those opinions don't matter. The only thing that matters is how you view yourself, and what you choose to do with your life."
"That isn't true. Everyone's power matters, if only for the fact that it is a part of you now. Whether we like it or not, we cannot deny them or escape them." Gina tilted her head slightly as she regarded Gwin. "Nonetheless, I can respect you not wishing to speak about them. It is a very personal thing, and some are harder to explain than others." It would be in her file anyway. So, even if hearing it right from Gwin was ideal, Gina would get her answer either way.
"Tell me your thoughts on the school then. Good or bad, I like to know what the students are thinking." Gina nodded, eyes tracking the sound waves that emitted from her rustling around in the bag. She looked upwards as they disappeared on their ascent towards the ceiling. Then she focused back on Gwin.
There was a new teacher at Bellefonte, but Gina had been out sick with pneumonia when he started so hadn't been able to be on the welcome wagon. Pneumonia, in June - it was ridiculous. She had doubled up on the vitamin C since recovering because she did not want to get sick any time soon. Gina hadn't missed a day of work at Bellefonte until last week and the perfectionist, people pleaser side of her was greatly upset by this. None the less, it couldn't be fixed now so there was no point in dwelling on it. Gina shook her head and pushed the thoughts down as she approached the History class room. She had come during his planning period so as to not interrupt instruction. A light knock on the door was given and then she entered.
"Mr. Moore?" Gina spoke, taking a brief look around the classroom to see if he had started adding his own personal touches. She didn't know too much about the new History teacher, though if the staff lounge gossip had anything to say about it- he would be a welcome addition. Gina preferred not to listen to rumors though, it was unbecoming and gossip was for children. She wore a white sundress with little yellow and pink flowers today, matching white sandals and her hair was left loose. Gina loved late spring, the sound waves that it brought from the different birds and a gentle breeze through the trees.
That was one thing her powers had given her. Along with the headaches and nosebleeds and fatigue, there was a new sort of appreciation of, well everything. There was always sound, even if everyone else couldn't hear it. The smallest ant to the largest tree. It was a beautiful thing. Gina blinked a bit, refocusing on the classroom. It was so easy to get side tracked sometimes by all the little bits of activity happening.
"Thank you Miss Cooper." Gina said with a touch of a smile and perhaps and perhaps some amusement. She made a mental note to look at Gwin's file later. Drug use wasn't an immediate sign of danger - especially weed. It would be a lie if she said she never dabbled in such things. Gwin would keep an eye on that. Once in a while were signs of just needing to unwind a little - she liked to think at least. More than that is when you had to start wondering if it was an escape.
"Tell me about your gifts?" She asked, always so polite and more on the soft spoken side naturally. She hardly ever raised her voice, though it was mostly selfish. She hated loud noises. No ability was without its drawbacks, some more severe than others of course. "And what you think of the school itself?" Feedback was always good, whether it be positive or negative. Gina was a curious thing, and liked to know how the students and the teacher felt about Bellefonte. Personally, she was always comparing it to St. Bethany's even though you really couldn't compare schools. They were completely different cultures and styles, but both had their pros and cons just like any place.
Gina looked amused, but supressed a chuckle at Kyle's exclaimation. "I am doing well. It's a beautiful morning." She smiled a touch as she shifted to focus on him a little better and study him. He wasn't too much older than her by the looks of it, she vaguely recalled him having a military background. He gave off the air of ex-military at least, with his posture and just the aura about him even if he was half asleep.
"I'm sorry for waking you, it was unintentional." She gave a nod, mildly impressed at how he downed the contents of his thermos. "Oh no, no snoring to be heard today. Did you have a late night?" Her eyebrow arched ever so slightly. She tried to maintain some kind of polite eye contact but her gaze drifted every so often to the sound waves milling about the room and emitting from them. It was mildly annoying for her sometimes that even after all these years she couldn't completely block them out from time to time.
Gina wasn't OCD, but she did like things to be done a particular way. Her schedule was carefully coordinated so her mornings were mostly planning periods and one one one sessions with the more gifted musicians in the school. Thus, the staff lounge was usually empty or very sparse when she usually lingered there. The quiet was welcome and one of the few places she could seek peace when not at home. She had tried the whole ear plug bit and hated it, so Gina just took her quiet time where she could get it.
This morning was being spent like most of her mornings when there were not pressing matters- reading. She was reading her way through Pride and Prejudiced for the umpteenth time. When Kyle showed up, light brown eyes tracked his movements. More specifically, the sound waves that followed his movements.
An amused smirk played at her lips as she watched Kyle drift off. She didn't know him extremely well - only that he aided the newer students in adjusting to things. They'd said hello in passing once or twice she was sure. She didn't purposely wait until he was drifting off right? It was just a coincidence - had to be. "Good morning Mr. Foster." Gina spoke in an accented English, exposing her Italian roots. She moved her bookmark and closed the well-worn book, light brown eyes watching him with a touch of curiosity.
"No one said you were." Gina looked ever so slightly amused, though noted that the blue of Gwin's voice was starting to change to a light purple. She maintained that hint of a smile as Gwin continued. "Well you claim that no one follows the rules. So if no one follows the rules,bringing you to the Principal would be a moot point- yes?" She turned the woman's words back on her.
She sighed softly and nodded. "I can appreciate that. I have a unique set of powers that allows me to see and manipulate sound waves. Even now as I talk I can see them - when you talk I see them...any sound." She explained. "Sometimes I need to be in a quiet, dark place as well." She agreed. "I'm merely curious, you're fairly new to Bellefonte yes?"
Gina is a rather friendly woman, perhaps a little too trusting sometimes though. She will have more acquaintances and casual friends than very close friends. If you're a music lover, that's bonus points. I'm always open to discussions!
HATESHIPS - -
It's hard for people get on Gina's bad side, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get on the nerves of others. If you have ideas for why they might not be on great terms hit me up!
RELATIONSHIPS - -
Gina is not actively pursing any romantic relationships, though it isn't completely impossible. It is not public knowledge, but she is separated from her husband whom lives in Italy with their young daughter.
I could say it, but you won't believe me You say you do, but you don't deceive me It's hard to know they're out there It's hard to know that you still care I could say it but you wont believe me You say you do but you don't deceive me Dead hearts are everywhere Dead hearts are everywhere
